Black light flickered along the Dragon Pattern Staff as it tore through the air with a fierce aura, sweeping toward Qian Chongling's head with thunderous might.
Bang!
Qian Chongling smiled faintly and slowly extended his hand. A dull collision sounded in midair as he caught Li Yusong's Dragon Pattern Staff directly in his palm.
Although he had not used a soul skill, his strike had failed to even force his opponent to summon his martial soul. Li Yusong sucked in a sharp breath.
There's something strange about this kid!
Then he frantically circulated his soul power. Veins bulged along both arms, writhing like dragons and snakes, yet the Dragon Pattern Staff remained utterly motionless in that pale hand.
"Hey, where are you looking?"
Li Yusong froze and raised his head, only to see a sandbag-sized fist rapidly growing larger before his eyes.
Qian Chongling aimed this punch at Li Yusong's eye socket, barely putting any strength into it. Otherwise, once the punch landed, he would probably have to beg Li Yusong not to die.
Even so, to Li Yusong, the punch carried tremendous weight and force, far beyond anything he could withstand.
And so Li Yusong's body flew like a baseball struck by a bat, tracing a perfect parabola before crashing squarely into Shrek Academy's signboard.
The already dilapidated signboard could hardly withstand Li Yusong's enthusiastic embrace. With a crash, it shattered into pieces across the ground.
Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and the other three stood there dumbfounded. They all began to wonder whether Li Yusong really was a Soul Emperor. A single punch had knocked him senseless-wasn't he far too weak?
The onlookers who had yet to go far first froze, then broke into enthusiastic applause. A few even cursed Shrek Academy under their breath.
"That scam academy deserved